Saturday, May 16, 2015

Welcome to Day Six of the Sixth Annual Diabetes Blog Week. It may be the weekend, but we are still going strong. We officially have almost 200 bloggers signed up to participate. I just want to send out a quick thank you to the DOC for all of the enthusiasm and support this week, and for all the time spent writing posts, reading posts by others, and leaving comments. I’m guessing I’m not the only one who has been wishing for a housekeeper and personal chef this week?

Today’s topic is Favorites and Motivations. If you have been blogging for a while, what is your favorite sentence or blog post that you have ever written? Is it diabetes related or just life related? If you are a new blogger and don't have a favorite yet, tell us what motivated you to start sharing your story by writing a blog? (Thank you Laddie of Test Guess and Go for suggesting this topic.)

I started Bitter~Sweet in 2008 and have written exactly 700 posts (not including this one). So picking a favorite is quite a tall order. But the more I think about it, the more I realize my favorite blog post that I’ve ever written wasn’t published here. It is a guest post I wrote for Kerri back in 2010. It’s my story of why I always carry plenty of supplies to treat low blood sugars. Hope you enjoy it too!

Thanks for letting me know about the redirect. Another reader mentioned it too. I've been scanning for malware but so far haven't found anything but I'm taking some extra precautions just to be sure. Please let me know if you notice it happening again. Thanks so much!!

Ah, New York. As an out-of-towner (one of the six billion homo sapiens non-entities that live on the wrong side of the Hudson or East Rivers), you probably thought somebody noticed, and you were mortified. I can personally testify that a man peeing through the grating of the sewer drain didn't turn heads, and I'm not sure if it would be that different with a woman.You learn quickly in New York to just step over the bodies.If it's a Bowery Bum with his pockets cut out with a razor, it's better to step around though.As a teenager, I saw an old Chinese man drop his cane. I reflexively bent down to pick it up for him, but he started yelling. He assumed I was going to steal his cheap, mass-produced cane. I didn't own a boater hat & seersucker jacket, so that cane would not have completed my get-up. I learned to just keep walking...In my twenties, I was walking by a cemetery, and there was an extra-large black garbage bag on the street next to it. The top was open, and large bones were falling out. The proximity to the cemetery fence, and this being only one block from the "Street You Park Your Car On When You Want It Stolen To Collect Insurance" made me think it was unlikely these were cow bones. Keep moving, keep moving, nothing to see here. (I scoured the paper the next couple of days, and there were no related news items, so I'm assuming it was a large animal sans meat.)Surprised I moved out of NY some 28 years ago?

I'm just shocked a young lawyer fresh out of law school didn't stop to ask you where you got the orange juice from...

I Am . . .

Karen Graffeo

I'm a Knitter living with Type 1 Diabetes. I'm not a medical professional nor am I giving medical advice - I'm just a girl sharing my personal thoughts and experiences with diabetes. I live in New England with my wonderful husband, my adorable cat, and lots and lots of yarn.